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BY 




Author of 

"The Temple of The Living Christ' 

and 

"The Ideal as A Dynamic Force 



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Copyrighted 1918 by the Author 



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lievefb in me Bball never bie. 
ffieiieveat tbou tbis? 

St. John, XL 26 



flntrofcuction 

A preface to a book is usually deemed 
essential as a justification of motive. 
These introductory lines, however, do not 
involve such necessity, being explanatory 
rather than apologetic; for the writer 
lays no claim to the authorship of the 
poems that follow. 

These poetic messages were received 
clairaudiently from a source external to 
the writer, claiming to be the soul of Adah 
Isaacs Menken, and are the sequelae to a 
volume of poems issued before the demise 
of that writer, under the title of "Infe- 
licia, " and dedicated to Charles Dickens, 
who gracefully acknowledged the com- 
pliment in an autograph letter which was 
reproduced in that work. 

Miss Menken, a most beautiful woman 

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and a celebrated actress, passed into the 
Beyond in the summer of 1868. Her 
biography may be found in the second 
edition of her book, issued by the J. B. 
Lippincott Company in 1888. 

That the poems that constitute this 
companion volume, and the unusual 
method by which they have been pro- 
duced may be better understood, the 
writer will explain that for years she has 
experienced auditory impressions, as if 
addressed in oral language, so distinct 
as to leave no doubt concerning the 
nature of the message intended to be 
conveyed. 

In the early part of January, 1899, the 
first poem included herein, "Passing Out 
Into Life," was received. From then 
until the end of that month an additional 
poem was dictated daily, at which time 
the writer's mission as an amanuensis 
ceased. 

Realizing how impossible it is, outside 
a work specially dedicated thereto, to 
convey any distinct idea or knowledge of 
the psychic faculty herein utilized, the 



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writer wisely refrains from any attempt 
to do so. 

Her chief aim in penning these prefa- 
tory lines is to establish the fact of the 
spiritual and mental affinity between 
the real author and herself; and to ask 
an indulgent public not only to accord 
to Miss Menken such praise as the poems 
may deserve, but also to receive them in 
the same spirit as they are given to the 
world. 

The writer ventures the assertion that, 
if the reader will peruse the poems in the 
original collection, he will not fail to note 
in these later effusions, though they 
breathe a more optimistic strain, a char- 
acteristic similarity to the weird, fantas- 
tical diction that clothes the sentiments 
of " Inf elicia. " Furthermore, she begs 
that, should critical minds condemn, or 
find small merit in this little book, their 
censure may fall upon her for having 
failed in some respects accurately to 
record the beautiful expressions that came 
to her from one living beyond the grave. 

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To close with Miss Menken's own 
words, written in that Past when she was 
still a plodder in Earth's bleak byways — 

"Meekly I have toiled and spun the 
fleece. 
All the work ye assigned, my willing 
hands have accomplished." 

A. P. D. 



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You promised that I should ring trancing 
shivers of rapt melody down to the dumb earth. 

You promised that its echoes should vibrate 
till Time's circles met in old Eternity. 

You promised that I should gather the stars 
like blossoms to my white bosom. 

You promised that I should create a new moon 
of Poesy. 

— Menken: Miserimus. 



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CONTENTS 

Page 

Introduction 7 

Passing Out Into Life .... 15 

Ilion 29 

Repentance 33 

Love's Enjoining 38 

Invocation ...... 44 

Thou Knowest 47 

When Will Ye Heed Me ... 55 

Ye Mystics 63 

Soul's Aspiration ...... 72 

Genius Divine , 81 

Self-Divinity 85 

I Love Thee . . . ... .92 

Sweet Motherhood 100 

Snowflakes 104 

Fear Not 107 

Freedom's Joy 112 

Admonition . . . . . . . 117 

Conquerors 119 

Royalty 125 

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passing Out Unto %ifc 

I 

MY pilgrimage through earth- 
life was one long wail of 
woe, of yearning and 
lament : 

My soul, unsatisfied, craved 
for heights I could not reach. 

I climbed and climbed the slimy 
walls of a prison, the bars of which 
I could not break. 

When all the world was clothed 
in darkness, I breathed out my 
song of woe: 

To a God I could not under- 
stand, 

To a nation who did not know 
me, 

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Believest Thou This 

To a world I did not benefit. 

Unawakened to the great glory 
of my soul, I turned my longing 
eyes to heaven to find that the 
God 7 now know, was always a part 
of my own being! 

When I passed into this glorious 
reality, 'twas like an awakening 
from a terrible dream, the horror 
of which clung to me until I real- 
ized I was indeed free from the 
physical earth-form that had 
dragged me down to the lowest 
depths of despair. 

Now I breathe the pure air of 
a beautiful existence I had often 
dreamed of ! 

At last I am free — free! 



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Passing Out Into Life 
II 

{WILL not dwell on the ecstasy 
that filled my soul when freed 
from its prison. 

My grand, triumphal march in- 
to spirit land was led by the god I 
worshipped in the flesh— the god of 
Love, who inspired my longing 
heart to express so poorly the 
sobbing echo of a genius I had 
ignored. 

My mission, unfulfilled then, I 
shall now start the battle-cry of 
life! 

Life eternal! 

Life unencumbered by the carnal 
flesh I had so abused and muti- 
lated! 

I come again as spirit — 

An emanation of Divine Mind! 

An ethereal Essence that travels 

like air! 

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Believest Thou This 

A substance without weight! 

The glory of my vision has been 
intensified, and from afar I view 
the surging mass of poor humanity, 
rushing wildly into the hell they 
themselves have created. 

Oh, it is pitiable! 

And yet Eternal Law must be 
fulfilled! 

The everlasting cry for happi- 
ness rushes far into the silence of 
each soul, and some day, satiated 
with vain desires of the flesh, the 
spirit will reach out beyond exter- 
nals, and grasp the joys that have 
been buried in the inner senses for 
ages. 

Ill 

TO each expression of Divine 
Mind a mission has been 
allotted, which must be per- 
formed sooner or later. 

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Passing Out Into Life 

If thou playest truant, the great 
Schoolmaster uplifts the wand of 
warning and thou shrinkest back 
into thy creeping flesh in fear and 
wrath, because thou dost not know 
that the God thou hast been taught 
to worship has been maligned. 

O God of Love! God of Truth! 

Awaken thy children to the 
mighty powers of the invisible 
forces ceaselessly working through 
them out into the light, which shall 
illumine their pathway throughout 
eternity! 

IV 

OUT into the night! 
With all the grewsome 
shades that hover o'er poor 
humanity, I fold my white robe 
about me and watch the ebbing 
out of passions that are weakened 
by their own force. 
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Belie vest Thou This 






I know that somewhere in the 
universe each soul in time shall 
find its mate, and all the yearn- 
ings of the Past shall be forgotten. 

I stretch forth my hand to 
beckon on to higher realms, where 
longing souls can quench their 
thirst at the ever bubbling foun- 
tain where all is love, hope, and 
beauty! 

I whisper such sweet words of 
melody to ears that cannot hear. 

This universal love I feel must 
a responsive soul attune, for with 
all God's creatures I am one! 

I want to lift thee by the power 
of my love to the ecstatic joy that 
has come to me! 

I know the way now; come, let 
me lead thee! 

I passed out of a poor, frail, 
weakened body only to become a 
great warrior. 

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Passing Out Into Life 

A multitude of unseen forces 
are laboring with me to remove 
the chains that bind thee down as 
tightly as they once bound me. 

Come! unbar the stable door 
and let the Christ be born! 

The divinity within thee is fight- 
ing for a mental atmosphere of 
aspiration! 

The Heaven-born child of Wis- 
dom is weary of the charnel house 
that has sheltered Fear so long! 

Come — where all is love and 
peace! 



OH! freedom without limit! 
Possession without effort! 
Victory without battles! 
All — all are thine! 
Come — desire! aspire! 
And claim thine own! 
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Believest Thou This 

Creep out of that house of flesh 
at will, and live in the spiritual 
exaltation where mind governs all 
things ! 

Once the limitations have been 
passed, the aerial flight through 
space will open wonders to thine 
eyes and ears; 

Thy whole being will expand 
to a mightiness that will exceed 
the mind's conception, until repe- 
tition familiarizes the soul with 
its own greatness; — 

Then with the power of a mil- 
lion worlds thou wilt cry with me — 

"We are all one, and one is 
God!" 

If the arid desert of one life 
be cooled and brightened because 
of me, my soul in glory will ex- 
pand and chant sweet psalms for- 
evermore! 

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Passing Out Into Life 

To live and breathe throughout 
eternity! 

Life! how beautiful thou art! 

This endless activity — this 
reaching — climbing — struggling to 
attain the highest! — 

Onward! upward! celestial flight 
— dimming the stars in our bril- 
liancy! 

A shapeless Something ethereal- 
izing into form, then disappearing 
into nothingness — and wondered 
at — 

O God, how great thou art! 

VI 

THROUGHOUT the vast 
reality of what my spirit 
recognizes as expansion — in 
endless ages of a firm desire to be 
the individual Self — bereft of all 
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Believest Thou This 

but what contributes to the uni- 
versal Whole — 

The herculean strength in- 
creased, etherealized into zephyrs 
so light, so airy that none but the 
chosen few can perceive its flight — 

Aspiring soul, thou hast no limi- 
tation! 

Confucius and the wise men of 
the East, great masters of the 
esoteric world, probed Nature's 
womb, and found all treasures 
buried there. 

The atom in its tiny world re- 
veals strange mysteries to build 
gigantic truths upon: 

So, in that form of matter which 
thou dreamest is real, no portion 
but the halo has a substance. 

The clinging spirit, in activity 
and life, gives animation and de- 
sire. 

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Passing Out Into Life 

The sepulchred form is but a 
mausoleum from which the living 
Christ is born! 

Rejoice! weary heart! and 
keep that temple sacred to the 
grandeur of Divine Intelligence! 
— impregnating thy whole being 
with a radiance that can illumine 
and inspire all God's creatures! 

VII 

IN thy pathway I throw red 
roses — 
Mine own heart's blood that 
drop by drop oozed from the house 
of flesh I once did revel in ; 

Where I crucified the demon of 
an earth's desire. 

Sweet violets, too, I hand thee — 

a symbol of the highest aspiration; 

Forget-me-nots and buttercups, 

that lift their little heads so high 

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Believest Thou This 

to catch the fragrance of the 
brighter flowers : — 

Love, aspiration, purity, and 
truth! 
When wilt thou claim them? 
When wilt thou be free? 
Now! weary one, now! 



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flUon 

" While Ilion, like a mist, rose into 
towers. " 

MYSTICAL dreams that 
bewilder the senses, 
Mystical visions that 
dance through the mind, 
Mystical fairies that hover 

around us, 
Mystical truths that but few of us 
find! 

Doubting yet hoping, 
Fearing yet longing 
For the weird fancies that few may 
perceive — 

Upholding — sighing— 
Denying — crying — 
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Believest Thou This 

Why do these images come not 
to me! 



Beautiful thoughts must ennoble 

the thinker, 
Beautiful words bring joy and good 

cheer; 
Beautiful deeds in the moments of 

sorrow — 
Beautiful truths that the whole 
world may hear! 

Waiting and working, 
Hoping and trusting, 
Patiently striving God's methods 
to learn; 

Onward! keep going — 
Believing and knowing 
Quicken the fire that forever will 
burn! 



Knowledge will come when we 
strive for possession, 

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llion 

Wisdom soon follows the mind 

well attuned; 
Love holds the light that illumines 

our searching, — 
Truth the firm rock on which souls 
have communed! 

Knowledge is thine! 
Wisdom divine! 
Following principles of Nature's 
vast whole! 

Great in endeavor — 
Aspiring forever — 
Man is a god, aye, in power and 
in soul! 



Spiritual courage enlightens the 

mind! 
Spiritual essence of soul life you'll 

find! 
Spiritual whispers we list for afar, 
Spiritual eyes that can pierce 

through a star! 

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Believest Thou This 

Rapture entrancing — 
All things enhancing — 
Deep into depths of the SouTs 
surging sea! 

Joys so ecstatic — 
Truths so emphatic — 

Bringing great glory to thee and 
to me! 

'Waken thy heart to this inner 

sensation ! 
'Waken thy soul to the great 

Emanation ! 
'Waken thine eyes to this vision of 

beauty! 
'Waken thine ears to a sense of 
thy duty! 

Higher and higher — 
Aspire! oh, aspire! 
Delve with the mystics, and learn 
to be free! 

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1 lion 

Spirit will guide thee, 
Love will abide thee — 
There is only one God for thee 
and forme! 



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Repentance* 

STAR of my soul! 
I bow to thee in humble 
supplication! 

Thy wrongs were bravely borne. 

E'en though I robbed thee of a 
joyous childhood, I cannot check 
thy budding soul from reaching 
beauteous growth. 

Every heartache thou hast known, 
IVe suffered for, and through 
my agony of contrition made 
atonement! 

Every tear thou hast shed, casts 
a brilliant lustre in the shim- 
mering light that is bursting 
through the clouds which now 
encompass thee! 

*This message was given for a father to his daughter, 
G.T. C. 

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Repentance 






My sorrowing child, open wide 
the pearly gates of Intuition! 

Let in the light that will soothe 
and comfort thee forevermore! 

Be thine own guide; 

Seek in the recesses of thine inner 
self, and soon thy tortured heart 
will vibrate with a strange sen- 
sation which will radiate thy 
whole being into an ecstasy of 
aspiration and expansion! 

Teach thy heart the sweet melody 
which is stealing into the depths 
of thine understanding — so 
gently — so softly! lest the rude 
awakening startle the old 
thought of grief and fear thou 
hast nestled so long to thy warm 
flesh! 

Tear out these vipers that have 
sucked thy warm blood, and 
held thee dow r n to an atmos- 
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Believest Thou This 

phere which shall no longer con- 
taminate thee! 

Reach out, O great Soul! 

Revel in the new life which every 
wave of thought ushers in to 
lead thee in triumphant glory 
to the blessings of a real exist- 
ence! 

The echoing sob of a dream thou 
hast nourished so long may mar 
the sweet placidity of the 
new-born soul, until thou tearest 
out the venomous fangs that 
pierced thy white flesh! 

Thy great love nature, ever long- 
ing for response, can never glean 
one ray of satisfaction in a world 
of limitation, — 

So keen and powerfully magnified 
are all the fibres of thy nature 
compared with other creatures! 
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Repentance 

The very weight of thy passion 
crushes what it lights upon! 

The sobs and tears, forced back 
into thy bleeding heart, have 
all been housed with the gods! 

Somewhere in Eternity they will 
float like little gems to light thee 
on to life immortal. 

Child of my real self, draw near 
me in thought! 

I beg forgiveness — 

Mine ignorance was the cause of 
all offense. 

My restless soul will anchored be 
to grief, until thy sweet self 
will nestle in mine arms con- 
tent! 

I could not more humbly beg thy 
forgiveness wert thou a million 
times a Queen and I a serf! 

Roll from thy heart that huge 
stone of Malice; 

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Believest Thou This 

Let love flow in with all its mighty 

power! 
And when thy slumb'ring soul 

awakes in that pulse-quickened 

form — 

Praise God of whom thou art a 
part! 

The beacon light is burning now, 
The signal hath been given thee! 

And from afar I wait with joy 
The hour that brings mine own 
to me! 

Emotion's Queen! Celestial fire, 
That makes thy throbbing heart 

aflame — 
Dismiss the False — accept the 

Real! 
Let earth condemn — and Heaven 

acclaim! 



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%ovcb lEnjoinfna 

God sends His teachers unto every age, 
To every clime and race of men, 
With revelations fitted to their growth 
And shape of mind ; nor gives the realm 

of truth 
Into the selfish rule of one sole race. 

— Emerson. 
I 

MY child! thy tangled skein 
of hope, which hangs so 
high in air for one brief 
moment, 
Quivers in the breeze of doubt, 

then falls to earth. 
Draw near to me! 
Let me question thee. 
To be in communication with the 
psychic forces, whether form 

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Believest Thou This 

or spirit, thou must keep the 

beating of the pulse — the mind 

— the atmosphere wherein thou 

breathest, in perfect harmony 

for receptivity; 
Sensitive to all conditions — thy 

chosen friends but few; 
Bar out from view — from touch — 

from thought, such elements as 

interpose 'twixt thee and thy 

desires. 
Art thou ready all pleasures to 

forego? — 
All actions to forswear but what 

will benefit the whole? 
If thou canst lend submission truly, 

child of my soul, be great! 
I bring thee aid from armies well 

equipped to win great battles; 
I bring thee all the cherished hopes 

I never realized on earth, now 
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Loves Enjoining 

multiplied a thousand times in 
power! 

I force from out the limitless depths 
of thine own self the genius thou 
hast so long neglected! 

Thy searching mind has yearned 
from childhood to bridge the 
mystical chasm which separates 
thee from all the glory the 
aspiration of thy soul now claims. 

The forces that ushered thy life 
into earth-form hovered o'er 
thee then as now; 

They placed the insignia on thy 
brow by which the world could 
designate thee from others. 

The myriad trials, weaknesses, and 
faults which did beset thee, have 
brought thee purified into an 
existence of bliss, — by the over- 
coming and the crucifying of the 
flesh, which thou shalt soon attain . 

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Believest Thou This 

Communion with the mighty souls 
that do surround thee, has 
awakened thy mentality and 
inner senses to a degree of sus- 
ceptibility that shall startle the 
skeptical into an understanding 
they have so long denied. 

Draw nearer, my child! 

I love thee so, for thy sweet grace 
and sympathy to all! 

I need not tell thee to waft on every 
breeze the tidings of our sweet 
communion! 

I want the world to know I still 
live! — 

I shall live throughout eternity! 

Through the powers of an unseen 
God, I greet you. 

I breathe! — I live! — I love! 

Oh, the joy of Live immortal! 



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Loves Enjoining 
II 

I AM a wave that dances on the 
sea! 
I am a flower, with fragrance so 
faint and delicate I per- 
meate all space! 
I am a star, so brilliant and efful- 
gent, my rays penetrate thy 
heart and blind the little demons 
of fear and doubt which have 
nestled there so closely! 
I am electric ! 
I am magnetic! 
An unseen force! 
I grasp the filmy, spidery webs that 
clogged the progress of thy mind ! 
I will rend them apart, and scatter 
the fragments into a Chaos thy 
limited intelligence created! 
I will purge the old dogma of 

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Believest Thou This 

Unbelief into a comprehension 
of thine own greatness! 
I will force you with the mighty 
army of Truth to tear down the 
false gods of Materiality, and 
to unfurl the banner of Immor- 
tality and Life! 
We are all one! 

We always were! 
We always shall be! 
There is no death! 



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1fn\>ocatton 

THOU All-controlling Spirit!— 
Thy mighty and majestic 
Presence is ever near! 
All nature bows to Thy suprem- 
acy! 
In this most glorious revelation to 
Thy children, I invoke thine aid. 
Oh, Spiritual Emersion so long 
delayed, engulf Thy subjects 
into an ocean so deep, so bot- 
tomless, that extrication is im- 
possible, until they have forced 
the priceless gems from out the 
grassy meshes of Materiality 
which had concealed their birth ! 
Immaculate and holy in Thy con- 
ception, let the purity of Thy 
presence penetrate the mouldy 
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Believest Thou This 

chasms of their slumbering 
hearts! 

Awaken them, monarch Mind! 
to all their bounteous posses- 
sions! 

Cleave unto them as the ivy to the 
oak. 

Shield them from the serpent's 
coil! 

God of Love! 
God of Truth! 
God of Life! 

Let Thy spirit permeate every 
atom of Man's form to the 
understanding and acknowl- 
edgment of Thy presence! 

Burn out the lacerated, corrupted 
mass of ignorance by the fire 
of Thy love! 

Tear open those glassy eyes which 
have been closed so long they are 

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Invocation 

creeping back into a wormy 

brain to rot! 
Wedge them open wide that they 

may behold Thy flaming torch 

of Truth! 
Let Thy fluidic Essence rush into 

the lymphatic veins, and so 

course through that universe of 

flesh that each will shriek with 

joy— 

"God is Life!" 
"God is Truth!" 
"God is Love!" 
I now acclaim Thy power, Al- 
mighty Spirit! 



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XEbou IKnowest 



DEEP down in the silence of 
each soul Mind's essence 
has been implanted. 
Starve not thy hungry heart for 

love. 
Plunge into the shadowy vale of 
thine inner life, and drink at the 
Inexhaustible Fountain, the 
sparkling elixir that will satisfy 
thy craving! 
Let no individual heart claim thee 

as subject — 
Be monarch thyself! 
Wield the sceptre of power o'er all 

nations! 
Love is the mighty weapon which 
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Thou Knowest 

embraces and conquers the uni- 
verse! 
Be brave and loyal to thy subjects, 

e'en when thou art condemned, 

ridiculed, and jeered at. 
Uphold thy just cause — stand firm 

on the solid rock of thine own 

convictions! 
Hold silent thy tongue; — 
Deaden thine ears to opprobrious 

names; — 
Close thine eyes to thy deformed 

effigy;— 
Seek thine own sanctuary, and 

whisper so softly that only the 

angels may hear — 
"Thou knowest!" 

II 

THOU knowest all that is en- 
dured for Truth's sweet 
sake! 
Thou knowest every weary wave 

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Believest Thou This 

of doubt that rushes wildly into 
the vast expanse of hope, and so 
fills true hearts to joyous over- 
flowing! 

The blind — the deaf — the dumb, 
do stand and try to teach the 
Knowing how to speak — to hear 
to see) and when they dare re- 
sent the opposition, do sneer and 
vilify the brave exponents of a 
truth so grand — so mighty their 
cramped and narrow intellects 
cannot grasp it. 

Wait! God's chosen ones — wait! 

The Word shall be spoken! 

All the Babylonian temples built 
upon the sand shall totter and 
sink into their own nothingness! 

The gaping and blood-stained vic- 
tims of the gods they created, will 
cry out and gnash their teeth in 
wild and demoniac despair! 

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Thou Knowest 

Wait — wait — wait ! 

Thou, great and noble Soul, for- 
getting all the infamy heaped 
upon thy head, wilt stretch 
forth thy hand to lift, comfort 
and cleanse the putrid mass of 
accumulated ignorance into a 
realization of the holy temples 
they have degraded. 

Tear off the winding sheet of 
Death — 

Tear off the grimy mask that has 
concealed the Real so long, and 
into that deep and sodden grave 
— dug with their own hands — 
heap the mouldy earth, with its 
foulness and crawling worms! 

Ill 

THOU knowest! Thou know- 
est! 
All Thy creatures are dear to 
Thee! 
No soul can be lost! 
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Believest Thou This 

The blinding Night shed such 
darkness the light could not 
penetrate; the Serpent with his 
shiny scales charmed and fas- 
cinated; the weight of gold 
clung so closely to thy flesh thou 
couldst not rise to higher realms! 

I will flash such stars of light and 
brilliancy that they will startle 
the old Serpent into a stupor, 
and bejewel the heavens with 
one blazing glory! 

The pure metal of thine inner self 
shall shame the earth-gold thou 
didst so prize. 

I come without the cross that 
weighted down the weak, frail 
form which men were pleased to 
praise; 

I enter unannounced, like a flood 
of sunshine stealing through thy 
curtain'd window; 

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Thou Knowest 

I perfume thy chamber with the 

fragrance of the gods; 
I creep into thy warm bosom to 
rouse that slumbering heart to 
action! 
All is Love! 
All is Life! 
All is God! 

IV 

OUT in a lonely spot there 
lies a grave that holds a 
form I once did call mine 
own. 
Deep out of sight, in a casket — 
Forgotten by all — 
My faults — my sins — my weak- 
nesses, lie buried in that mould 
of clay. 
My mind — my soul — my Self, leapt 
from its prison house, and sought 

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Believest Thou This 

the Paradise I long had dreamed 
of. 

And from afar I see the moon- 
light's silver rays upon the stone 
which marks my earth -form's 
resting place. 

And there engraved I read the 
old familiar words — 
"Thouknowest!" 



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Wttben mntll Ke Ifoeefc 0&e 



YE Voices that have been 
housed with the gods of 
Superstition for ages be silent, 
that my people may hearken 
unto me! 

I fling from me my foamy 
drapery, and dive deep into the 
sea to bring back the echo of some 
sweet melody to charm your dying 
souls into life! 

I tear the clouds from out the 
sky to assume a form, and light 
my head with one of heaven's 
brightest stars, that ye might see 
me! 

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Believest Thou This 

I linger with the grand old trees, 
to catch the weird music which 
rushes through the ghostly forest 
on wings of Love! 

I creep into the tiny petals of 
each flower; 

I suck their honeyed sweetness, 
and rob the busy bee of all its 
precious wealth, to lavish on my 
people. 

Still ye will not heed me. 

II 

I GLIDE into the Mystic's hoary 
brain, and wrench therefrom 
the treasures he guards with 
such precaution; 

I dig into the bowels of the earth, 
and crush the viscid crawling 
things which feed upon its foul- 



ness; 



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When Will Ye Heed Me 

I float on zephyrs — so light that 
none can see me — into the labora- 
tories of Science; 

I circle round my shapless form 
the precious gems they have un- 
earthed, and waft them with all 
their mighty powers into the musty 
caverns of your brain! 

I plead with the ancient sages 
to reveal the grand secrets en- 
shrouded with such mystery — that 
I might benefit my people. 

I face the gods in all defiance, 
and demand the wisdom Hermet- 
ically sealed in their minds through- 
out eternity, except to those who 
do aspire. 

I plead to the god of Love to 
spread his golden wings, that I 
may nestle 'neath so closely, and 
be borne on the cloud of Thought 

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to awaken your slumbering souls! 
Still ye will not heed me! 

Ill 

I TELL you no grave can be dug 
deep enough to entomb your 
life for slimy, creeping things 
to feast upon! 

I tell you your thought — your 
mind — your soul, is one with God, 
throughout eternal progress! 

I tell you creatures of a slavish 
passion — that eats and gnaws out 
your young heart's blood, and 
deadens your eyes and ears to the 
inner senses — Beware! 

Your earthly loves will sap your 

strength, and force your weakened 

bodies into the deep chasm of the 

grave your darkened minds cal] 

Death! 

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When Will Ye Heed Me 

I tell you, all the gold your 
greedy hands are clutching, miser- 
like, will melt into a hell so fiery 
hot that your blistered, bleeding 
forms will writhe in agony! 

I tell you, all the jewels rare and 
splendor of attire are but the food 
denied the starving poor! 

Their parched and shrunkened 
throats rattle with curses that force 
the red blood to ooze out and stain 
their purple lips! 

I tell you, each moment is laden 
down with precious thoughts that 
fight with all the strength of the 
warriors of old to conquer the 
demons of Indifference, Doubt, and 
Fear, and place you in a castle of 
such majestic truth that shall 
startle you into consciousness! 

Still ye will not heed me! 

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IV 

OMY people — I love you so! 
I long to have you see the 
light of Life Immortal! 
I long to crush the iron wall that 
darkens your view! 

I long to circle round your form 
the everlasting breath of fire — to 
purge the odor of a false belief! 

I long to lift you to the immortal 
heights of mine own Being — 

There to dwell in sweet com- 
munion with the gods! 

I crave — beseech — implore! 
Oh, when will ye heed me! 
When — when will ye heed me ! 



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BUT I cling to you, my 
people! 
I cannot let you go! 

I know you cannot anchor long 
on the sinking sand upon which 
you built your hopes. 

The ebbing tide did moisten 
each grain so well your weight will 
bear you down! 

You will sink so slowly into the 
depths that when your choking 
throats are tightly braced you 
cannot call for help! 

You will stretch out so wildly 
your clammy ringers, — and I will 
grasp you with a prayerful sob 
of joy!— 

Then — then ye will heed me! 



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33e /nestles 

Listen to the low, sweet music of 
promise, rushing wildly through floods 
of God-inspiration of love, up to Eter- 
nity. — Menken: The Release. 



STAND out, apart from all the 
world and proclaim your 
mightiness! 
Ye hungry, starving souls, that 
bend and strain your piercing 
eyes into the sphinx-like vol- 
umes of centuries past, to find 
the spirit of expression too 
closely veiled! 
The old philosophizing students 
tore themselves apart from vul- 
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Ye Mystics 

gar gold, and plunging into Na- 
ture's vault they sought the 
wealth ye yearn to grasp. 

Lift up your heads, and let the 
supplication of your being's 
needs open the floodgates of 
the starry heavens, and pour 
their priceless gems into your 
longing hearts! 

If ye would earn, claim, possess 
the Philosopher's Stone — the 
Elixir of Life — follow not the 
oily, jealous, deceptive, wind- 
ing crevices of the Alchemist's 
teachings, 

ye students, be wise; 

The combination of material met- 
als, so prepared they mystify and 
rack your subtle brain, are but 
misleading landmarks for the 
greedy, grasping, miserly natures 
not yet attuned to harmony, 

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Find ye Nature's Spirit! 

All the elements she has belched 
and vomited forth, shall be your 
own to direct into usefulness! 



II 



PARACELSUS quenched his 
thirst at the ever-bubbling, 
rushing rivers of Intuition, 

Aspiration, and Conception; — 

And so emerged the Living Christ! 

The Spiritual Essence that ce- 
mented and glorified his calling, 
circled through space like a 
storm-beaten bird, rushing 
midst the torrents of wind and 
rain, seeking a branch to light 
upon and spread its wings. 

So, ye Wisdom Seekers, fill ye your 
lamps with celestial oil! 

Let the spark that lights you on 
to heights sublime, scorch the 

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Ye Mystics 

foul, clinging demon of the flesh, 
with its hot and putrid breath! 

I bow before the shrine at which 
ye worship, in all reverence! 

I herald your approaching goal 
in a chariot of blazing fire and 
with bugle calls! 

I am laden down with incense and 
sweet oils to bathe and bind 
your many agonizing wounds 
received in climbing the steep 
heights to reach the Great Be- 
yond! 

White Souls with God's seal 
stamped! 

Immerse your whole being into 
this limitless activity of supernal 
effort! 

Search through the archives of 
the masters, and emulate their 
methods ! 

Overcome — not mortify — the flesh! 
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The magnetized atoms, so con- 
gealed to give you form, must 
to earth be rendered in all sym- 
metry and perfection. 

The Himalayans and the savants 
of the ancient day — in haste to 
reach the goal, starved and mu- 
tilated the temple of the soul 
they craved to purify. 

Their blistered tongues they 
wrenched out by the roots! 

Their upraised eyes they pierced 
with red-hot steel! 

They tortured — desecrated — God's 
own gift to man. 

And when complete the human 
wreck, the spirit was withdrawn 
to animate a temple that would 
express more worthily Almighty 
Mind's desire! 



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Ye Mystics 
III 

WHEN Luna sheds her sil- 
very rays, and deadens 
all the lustre of the 
stars that sprinkle earths fair 
canopy, 

Look ye with eyes of telescopic 
power into the enthralling se- 
crets gyved in the distant firma- 
ment! 

Mount Jupiter's benefic throne! 

Steal ye beneath his royal robes, 
close enfold yourself and sue for 
blessing! 

Gird on an iron armor, confront 
bold Mars, and possess yourself 
of his fiery weapons! 

Embrace fair Venus, and beg for 
one sweet kiss of love! 

Then roam with Mercury through 
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the starry planes, until ye dip 
in Neptune's briny sea! 

Old Herschel bids you all beware! — 
and Saturn crushes with his 
frown! 

But when grand Vulcan doth ap- 
pear, he'll take you kindly by 
the hand and lead you to the 
dazzling Sun, whose warmth of 
greeting will draw you on to 
crave the truth of all the mag- 
nates of the heavens! 

Oh, ye mystical dreamers of Soul's 
realities! 

With one leap ye can bridge the 
heights that marshal on to great- 
ness! 

Crush into nothingness the little 
flying moths that circle round 
your light to cast a splendor of 
desire ye fain would kill! 

Be firm! 

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Ye Mystics 

Be loyal to your Higher Self! 

And with all the warmth of joy in 
your new-found treasures, ye will 
spread glad tidings to enlighten 
the world! 



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Soul's Hspiration 

11 It is the Soul's prerogative, its fate, 
To shape the outward to its own estate/ ' 



I 



THE splash of the tide upon 
the beach doth carry out 
to sea the choicest pebbles 
buried there. 
All the flotsam of the deep is 
washed on shore to rot and dry. 
So in life's pilgrimage on earth, the 
finer qualities of the soul cannot 
bear rude contact with coarser 
elements that so disturb the 
sweet tranquility of thine inner 
senses. 

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Soul's Aspiration 

God's own bright wave of 

light 
Doth bury out of sight 
— the powers that grace thine 
immortal self! 

When perfection doth crown thine 
efforts, all the debris of thy 
former life will be eliminated 
from thy heart to give greater 
scope to thine inspiration. 

These rude battles with material- 
ism which jar and nettle thy 
sensitive nature, shall all be 
swept aside as with one blinding 
flash of lightning that shall illu- 
minate thy genius! 

Cling thou to the firm rock which 
holds thy life so high above the 
restless waters that fain would 
encompass thee! 

Stretch out thine arms, so strong 
to do the right, and with thy 
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majestic form make thou the 
cross to awe and keep aloof the 
blood-thirsty wolves that would 
devour thee for thy sweet chas- 
tity and truth! 
O'erleap environments which so 
enmesh thee with bright prom- 
ises of glittering gold that never 
could appease thy hungry heart! 

II 

OTime! thou healer and pre- 
ceptor of all earths seem- 
ing griefs and woes, — 
hasten in thy flight to bridge 
the Future with the Present! 
The little spark now consuming 
thee with desire for expansion, 
will glow into a scorching flame 
thy restless, longing soul can 
ne'er withstand! 

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Soul's Aspiration 

With one supernal thrust of dis- 
dain, contempt, aversion, thou 
shalt renounce the world and 
cleave to higher realms that 
claim thine aid! 

The lowly creatures not yet quick- 
ened into life shall greet thy 
presence as a savior. 

The balm thou bringest from the 
holy land shall heal all wounds 
of flesh and spirit. 

Thy flashing eyes shall shed mag- 
netic flames of light to pierce 
the monarch's skeptic's mind to 
kneel before thy gracious self 
in all humility! 

Martyrs of the ages gone, who 
suffered infamy and death for 
Truth's sweet sake, blend their 
strength in unity to urge thee on 
to this one great purpose of 
Eternal Law's fulfillment! 
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Pause not in quivering doubt! 

Let the phantom music of the 
heavenly choir stir thy soul into 
ecstasy divine! 

Couldst thou but see the little elves 
that circle about thee, using all 
their charms and pretty ways to 
coax, allure thee on to this great 
Cause, thy rapturous self, im- 
patient would become to mount 
the throne of Power! 



Ill 



TO what greater glory can soul 
aspire than this consumma- 
tion which so absorbs thy life! 
The musical, rhythmic measure 
that ever haunts thine ear, must 
find expression to vent the 
smothered joy that oppresses 
thee! 

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Soul's Aspiration 

Thy mystic nature has reached the 
tower of Mind's poise, and mon- 
arch-like claims submission of 
thine objective self. 

Thy spirit, long compressed in 
dark and narrow confines, ached 
and moaned to seek release, and 
so sundered chains and leapt 
with one great bound to pyra- 
midal heights, there to beckon 
thee on to rest thy weary heart 
in sublimest peace and exalta- 
tion! 

The echo of thy sighs for celestial 
love rushed wailing through the 
corridors of Time, and pierced 
the listful ears of angels with 
minor-keyed plaintiveness. 

In perfect truth thou needs must 
claim thine own! 

Responsive chords of sympathy 
and aid are ushered in with such 

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bountiful munificence, to lend 
more lustre to the sparkle of thy 
genius ! 

Hail thou the coming morn, when 
all the world will breathe thy 
name in praise! 

Ministering forces do evoke the 
sanction of enlightened minds 
to proclaim thy mission true 
and mighty. 

With one accord thy purpose shall 
be greeted with such warm ap- 
proval as will hasten thine acces- 
sion to a field of labor thou shalt 
revel in and reign! 

Come thou with thy mystical 
heart's fond desire, 
And drink at the fountain where 
Love's waters play; 
Come thou with thy torch of the 
heavenly fire, 
And search with thy light for 
the souls gone astray! 
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Oenius divine 

"The stars shall fade away, the sun him- 
self 

Grow dim with age, and nature sink in 
years: 

But thou shalt flourish in immortal 
youth, 

Unhurt amidst the war of elements, 

The wrecks of matter, and the crush of 
worlds!" 

GENIUS was ushered into 
life, Minerva-like, in steel 
so bright, to wage great 
wars with nations that oppose 
their own unf oldment : — 

Imbued with all the fiery energy 
of the planet Mars — electric in 
vibrations— disruptive — sharp, and 
cutting down the old dogmas of 
centuries past — annihilating all the 

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vast impediments which have re- 
tarded progressive Mind's achieve- 
ments! 

Genius, in all its power and 
brilliancy, shall flash great swords 
of truth, and purge your mildewed 
brains of the stagnant pool of 
Error ye have been stultified in! 

When devastation of your dar- 
ling gods ye do lament, and buried 
low in grovelling grief ye sink to 
earth — 

Fair genius extends the heal- 
ing balm, and bathes your open 
wounds with magnetic thrills of 
realization ye ne'er possessed be- 
fore! 

" Genius is a celestial symphony, 
adapted only to Heaven's own in- 
struments!" 

Genius doth feed upon imagina- 
tion which gave it birth. 

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Genius Divine 

The lofty, dreamy Searcher's 
mind doth soar above the silvery 
light which gleams through every 
cloud! 

The opaque moon becomes tran- 
sparent and naught is barred from 
uplifted souls that fain would 
drink her rays of inspiration, and 
frame them into melodies of praise! 

Genius, to grasp the unattain- 
able, doth throttle and mangle the 
white throats of living obstacles. 

No king upon his royal throne 
has equal power! 

The scintillating gems that grace 
the beauty of minds inspired, do 
shame into scorn the jewelled 
baubles bestowed upon the vain. 

The mighty strength of souls 
attuned with God can overcome 
the destiny of man! 

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Infinite Power, whose scroll of 
Truth unfurl'd 
Doth glorify the triumph we 
adore! 
Genius! breathe thine incense to 
the world — 
Enlighten earth's fair creatures, 
I implore! 



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Self 2>f\>fnit£ 

I 

EACH human expression of 
Deity is a poem. 
The degree and quality of 
achievement determines its merit. 

Deeds, not words, are the es- 
sential attributes for most potent 
results. 

Desire accelerates possession, in 
measureless depths of Soul's re- 
quirements. 

Fallacious arguments huge bar- 
riers build, diverting wild Am- 
bition's flow into the murmuring 
stream of Doubt. 

Let the silence of thine own 
heart be thine only Preceptor; — 

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the Power in thine Inner Self which 
forces thee to breathe — to think — 
to live — thine only God! 
"Thou self -sprung Being that doth 

all enfold, 
And in Thine arms Heaven's 
whirling fabric hold!" 
Evolve great mysteries to the 
world from out the massive struc- 
ture buried deep in Nature's vault, 
where Mind doth penetrate and 
enter into Wisdom's loyal realm! 
Unfold thy Being's gorgeous 
raiment to dim the lustre of the 
twinkling stars which seem to soar 
so far above thee! 

No soul is greater than thine 

own — 
No soul more lowly born! 
The consciousness of possibilities 
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Self Divinity 

unlimited, empowers all to reach 
to heights supreme. 
" Kings it makes gods, and meaner 
creatures kings !" 

II 

AFFIRM thy power silently, 
without one reservation to 
weaken thine assertion. 
One Mind! 
One Life! 
One God! 
Thou doth embrace them all in 
body, mind and soul, when thou 
doth truly know thyself! 
Be true — be firm — be just! 
Claim thou thy heritage! 
Down in the mines of darkened 
Memory, slumbering like an infant 
on its mother's breast, most pre- 
cious Love is conscious of the sobs 
and yearnings of advancing souls! 

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Believest Thou This 

Plunge thou into the smothered 
chasm with all the force of thine 
intellect! 

Unearth thy priceless gems, and 
mount them into the golden crown 
thou shalt fashion from out the 
sun's bright orb! 

Be thou the oracle for Nation's 
hopes to build upon! 

Grapple and strangle in thy 
martial effort all thought or pas- 
sion that would impede thy glori- 
ous aim! 

The tempest which surrounds 

thee must vanquished be, and 

held in firm abeyance until thou 

art proclaimed Conqueror — 

" Along that grand triumphal 

arch, 

Through which the good to 
glory march!" 

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Self Divinity 
III 

THE calm, gray mist which 
marks the early dawn of 
Hope's fulfillment, shall 
gather all the moisture from out 
the fleeting clouds, and freshen 
earth's fair blossoms to greet 
thine august presence! 

All hail to thy great endeavor! 

All hail to thine achievement! 

All glory to thy constancy! 

When thy frail mortal form 
quails before the wintry blast, and 
bows submissive to thy restless 
spirit's flight, so well equipped 
thou It be to traverse space and 
find thine abode in life immortal. 

" Farewell!" thou It whisper to 
those who loved thee for thine 
own pure worth. 

" Farewell to all God's creatures 
here below! 

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"I have gone only a little time 
before, and from my grand celestial 
height 111 lead and guard thee 
on thy journey home!" 
Peace be unto all! 
God guide thee! 
"His spirit doth in thy spirit shine 
As shines the sunlight in a drop 

of dew!" 
Thy conscious self will breathe 
a low "Adieu! adieu!" 



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1T Xope Ubee 



WHAT joy to love! 
To love as I love thee! 
Whoe'er should chance 
to read this sweet confession, 
know that mine eyes are gazing 
into thine with all the ardor of a 
lover's soul! 

To grasp, to hold — enfold thee 
as mine own, 

I fain would pierce thy heart 
with Cupid's dart, — 

Enthrall thy being's lake with 
deep ecstatic bliss, — so deep, so 
great, so all-absorbing is this love 
I bear thee! 

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If I could find expression 
To this heavenly intercession, — ■ 
cementing heart to heart and life 
to life, thou couldst not grasp my 
meaning; 

For poor words cannot convey 
the depth of my passion for this 
mouldering house of clay. 

II 

THINKEST thou I love the 
mansion my love doth dwell 
within? 
For shame! 

A senseless, cold, inanimate 
thing, that naught else can con- 
tain but thy sweet self! 

Thine eyes to me are nothing 
but the windows of thy soul! 

Thy form is lost to view by the 
halo of thy smile! 
Thyself — thyself divine! — is 

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] Love Thee 

what I worship with my heart and 
mind! 

Thou art part of myself — in- 
separable throughout all space and 
Time! 

Combined, 
Entwined 
Forevermore! with Infinite Love 
Divine! 



HI 



NAY, hold thou not aloof in 
, fear! 

I could not harm thee if I 
would. 

I'll shadow thee in every place 
thou goest. 

I'll be thy constant guide, to 
shelter and protect thee from 
earth's woes! 

I'll coax from out thy heart 
the twittering bird of aspiration, 

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and place the cherished thing upon 
a mountain high. 

I'll fondle and caress the little 
smothered throat, and when sweet 
notes of melody fill thine ears, 
I'll waft him back to shelter in 
thy warm bosom, and fill thy 
life with joy! 

Come! let me whisper all the 
angels breathe to thee in praise. 

I know thou canst not long 
withhold thy fond embrace. 
I clasp thee in such measureless 

emotion! 
I love thee with intense devo- 
tion! 
I'll behold thee crowned on a 

royal throne — 
Happy in thy celestial home! 



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] Love Thee 
IV 

I LOVE thee! I love thee! I 
love thee! 
How can I let thee go for even 
one brief moment! 

I know thou'lt come, thou way- 
ward one; when weary of the 
world's sad care, thy heart will 
long for peace. 

I fain would spare thee thy 
lonely vigil of unrest. 

Release thy fettered soul, and 
live anew! 

Come! let me entice thee from 
the old allurements which hold 
thee back. 

Couldst thou but realize thy 
happier state when freed from 
earth's entanglements, I need not 
bend so low to plead and sue for 
thy dear love! 

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Believest Thou This 

But I'll possess thee, e'en though 
thou dost abhor me now! 

'Tis but a little while to wait. 
I claim thee as Love's own self! 
I need thee, else my life is incom- 
plete! 
I'll circle thee with such bright 

orbs of light! 
I '11 hold thee in mine arms so close 

and tight! 
I '11 shut out all the darkness of the 
night! 
I want thee — I crave thee — I'll 

have thee! 
I love thee — I love thee — I love 
thee! 



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Sweet /n>otfoerboo& 

LET me plead with thee, O ye 
mothers, to nourish the 
little plants God intrusted 
to your keeping, that they 
develop into mighty giants to 
rule the Universe their bodies 
do compose. 
Oh, what glorious sermons their 
thoughts can expound for future 
generations to build upon! 
Ye are powerful instruments, ye 
mothers, to graft the little seed 
of knowledge into the ripening 
tree of spiritual design. 
Open the casement of your dar- 
ling's silent chamber, admit 
"The kingly Guest who comes to 
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claim his rightful dominion." 

Ye would not let a vine neglected 
run to twine amongst the weeds 
that grow so low upon the earth : 

Then train your thoughts to climb 
in spiral shape the Infinite Cord 
that reaches to the sky. 

Your little offspring, mirror-like, 
reflects the shadow of your men- 
tal sphere. 

Uproot the weeds of Fear and 
Superstition from out your gar- 
den bed of Hope, and plant the 
seed of Good — Eternal Good — 
to blossom into beauteous 
growth of intellect and power! 

The little one ye love so well will 
all responsive be to catch the 
spirit of your thought in all its 
purity. 

Dwell ye on all that doth uphold 
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Sweet Motherhood 

the righteousness of life em- 
bodied in the realm of Thought 
— embraced within yourself. 

Be ye perfect in example, for God's 
image to emulate. 

Polish and beautify the precious 
Pearl ye hold in trust, that the 
Light from within may shed a 
lustre to illuminate all space. 

ye mothers! clasp so tightly this 
little germ of love, lest the rapid 
whirlpool of old Error engulf 
and blind it in darkest Night! 

The wild beast of the wilderness, 
with brutal instincts guards with 
more tenacity her young than 
ye with all your mental fortifi- 
cations. 

Scatter ye not this wealth of 
thought: 

Concentrate at the fountain's 
source! 

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One little drop to an ocean 
may swell, 

Floating afar with bright angels 
to dwell! 
Divine teaching sanctifies sweet 

Motherhood ! 
That little life is thine; 
And yet, forsooth, 'tis mine — 
So closely thus entwine 
Our souls with Love Divine! 



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Snowflafees 

FALL, silent snow, in thy ghost- 
ly robe of white, to mantle 
earth in thy spotless foamy 
flakes : 
Nestle on the rich and poor alike: 
God — makes no distinction! 
I watch you falling from the 
clouds and wonder if you bring a 
message from Shadowland. 

Oh, pretty, shiny flakes, dancing 
and playing in childish sport! 

Going hither and thither as if in 
doubt just where to fall. 

Knowest thou the depths to 
which thou'lt sink when earth 
claims thee? 

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Believest Thou This 

It seems to me thou art the echo 
of holy prayer and thought sent out 
on high from aching, bursting 
hearts, so freighted down with 
grief and care they missed the 
glorious gate they sought. 

But when the sun doth warm 
and melt thy pretty glisten, thy 
spirit will ascend again to find its 
paradise in Heaven. 

I fain would check the footsteps 
that trample on thy form, 

And shield thy pearly whiteness 
from blasts of coming storm. 

I view thee on the hilltops, I wor- 
ship thee apart, 

I know thou hast a message for 
some poor saddened heart. 

So cold and dead thou seemest the 
sun doth fail to heat; 

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Snowflakes 

How calm and still thou art in thy 
glistening winding sheet! 

As frosty flakelets falling from 

Borean heights afar, 
I view thy separate motions e'en 

as I view a star! 

Then lost becomes each crystal, 

like rays of setting sun- 
No longer art thou single, for all 
become as one! 

I ponder on this teaching which 

Nature doth unfold, 
For thou and I and all do a sacred 

secret hold; 

There's not the tiniest atom in 

water, air, or sod, 
But wanders back in spirit form 

and lives in God! 

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If ear Iflot 

"Fear not, little flock, for it is your 
Father's good pleasure to give you the 
kingdom. " 

THOU poor frail, loving, human 
bark of Love's most fruit- 
ful tree: 
Lift up thy tear-stained face 
and smile thy sweetest smile, to 
greet the dawn of hope I bring to 
thee! 

Thou poor lost lamb! 
God decked me out in plainest 
shepherd's guise, and placed with- 
in my hand a staff of mighty 
strength, to help thee out of 
marshy, stagnant pools of mire 
thy wayward feet have grovell'd 
in. 

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Fear Not 

So, all besmirched and grimy as 
thou seem'st, and shunning all the 
light of Day's bright sun to sneak 
about in Night's veiled gloom, I 
welcome thee with all the wealth 
of joy that soul doth know! 

I'll bathe thee in the clearest 
brook, 
O'erhung with weeping willow 
tree, 
Where mossy ivy forms a nook, 
And snarly, crooked roots we see. 

I '11 hide thee in a shady dell 
All covered o'er with cypress 
vines — 
Alone with Love and me to dwell 
Where harmony with peace en- 
twines! 

We'll think no thought but one of 
praise; 

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Believest Thou This 

Our hearts, with deep emotion 
filled, 
Will enter into Nature's phase 
Of bringing forth what God 
instilled! 

Far, far from the world, with all 
its cares and heartaches lain aside, 
thou'lt bloom into a beauteous 
flower, God — kissed into life! 

When thou this lofty growth 
hast reached, guard well thy fra- 
grant petals, lest the harsh wind 
of Error should touch and wither 
to decay! 

Thy heart would break to see 
the velvet leaves droop one by one, 
leaving nothing but the stem to 
stand alone and hang its head in 
shame! 

I know thou 'It strive to reach 
the mountain heights, where poets 
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Fear Not 

soar in search of grand ideals to 
clothe in rhythmic verse. 

Fear not the dark and dreary 
road; Love's eye doth light the 
way. 

If I could tear the bandage from 
thy darkened view, and show thee 
all the promised joys thou wilt 
attain, thou wouldst stand aghast 
in fear and fright, and deem it but 
hallucination that could ne'er be 
real. 

Thou must approach exalted 
Truth according to thy grade of 
Thought. 

Each step confronts thee with 
a new ideal, which seems so far 
away, enwrapped in misty doubt. 

I'd give thee all the light from 

out my heart, and wander forth 

alone to plead for more; but God 

hath so ordained each Soul shall 

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be supplied according to its worth 
and will. 

Then banish all the fear from 
out thy heart; stand thou erect, 
and firmly say / will! 

There is no battlement so 
strongly built: — no might can 
pierce or overcome that throne! 

Fear not, thou Wanderer from 
the fold, 
Thy kingdom is within thy 
grasp; 
Nor heaven nor earth can e'er thee 
hold 
When God doth claim His own 
at last! 



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I BREATHE out my soul to 
thee in song. 
Come out from thy charnel 
house of Earth's allurement, and 
I will cheer thy heart with Love's 
pure essence of delight — 
Uplifting in design, 
Persuasive and benign! 
There's not a secret spot in space 
can hide thee from my view. 

I let thee wander from thy perch 
and, birdlike, spread thy restless 
wings in ecstasy of Freedom's 
joy— 

Bewildering in flight, 
Entrancing and so bright — 
Until thy weary form would 
wander home! 

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The briers and the brambles spring 

forth in the night 
And Fear uprises to rejoice in thy 

plight! — 
But Spirit effulgent intercedes with 

its light, 
To guide thee in safety from Wrong 

to the Right! 

Thou canst not fly too high, my 
pretty birdling with thy clipped 
wings. 

Thine old forest home did grieve 
and mourn thine absence, and fain 
would have thee back to revel in 
thy mirthful songs of glee. 

Thine erstwhile boundless 
liberty 

Has not reveal'd Infinity — 

And thy wayward feet must 
shackled be until thou strivest 
to reach beyond, and flndest the 

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balm to solace thee throughout 
Eternity! 

Vain Glory satisfies not the soul 
that longs for the Voice upon the 
hill. 

"I am the Spirit who speaketh!" 

If thou wouldst freedom know, 
disenthrall thyself from Haste's 
desire, and chain thy growth to 
Nature's speed; contented be, 
e'en in thy humble state, as the 
beauteous flowers that bloom so 
close to earth, and draw from but 
one source their strength and sus- 
tenance. 

The diver who plunges into 
waters deep, does not so rapidly 
ascend. 

The little seed implanted in the 
sod in darkness dwells until the 

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sun-god penetrates his warmth, 
and quickens up to light. 

If thou wouldst grow as doth the 
grand old oak, which shelters in its 
branches all the weird enchant- 
ment of the forest, nestle thou be- 
neath its shade, and let thy soul 
climb up its rugged form to drink 
the nectar the leaves sucked from 
out its twisted roots to thrive upon ! 

Thou'lt hear strange whisper- 
ings amongst the trees. 

Thou'lt feel the presence of un- 
earthly forms ! 

Thy pulse more rapidly will beat, 
and then thy heart will know in- 
tensest yearning to fathom all the 
mysteries that surround thee! 

Thy soul will burst its cramped 
and narrow confines, and greet 
the freedom thou long hast craved! 

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Freedom's Joy 
Oh, pent-up wealth of Freedom's 

Thine own to realize — employ — 

As means of reaching high es- 
tate, 

With God and angels to debate! 

O Love! thou must this freedom 
know, 

To hold — to give — to all bestow! 

O joyous Liberty Divine — 

'Tis mine, 'tis God's — and yet 

'tis thine! 



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Hfcmonftfon 

YE, with your money-bags so 
weighted down — 
In warmth and comfort do 
ye always dwell, 
Forgetful of the cold and starving 

poor 
Who crave a pittance of your 

worldly store! 
Could ye but see the little pleading 

hands 
And faces pinched with Hunger's 

mute appeal, 
Methinks ye could not rest so well 

content 
In downy beds and lavishness of 
wealth! 

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Admonition 

Ye could not see the little weeping 

eyes, 
And shrunken forms so pitiful and 

weak, 
And turn aside, regardless of the 

pain 
The little ones in humble station 

feel! 
Ye mothers, with your children 

, warmly clad, 
With luxuries profuse to feast upon , 
Be not unmindful of the wretched 

poor 
Who beg a crust from your palatial 

door. 



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Conquerors 

I 

TAKE thou thy flight to the 
mountain's top, 
Where old Despair 
No more can dare 
to climb and crush thy proud heart 
with its cruel frown. 

Dare to be what God has made 
thee! 

Strike with all thy might the 
discordant element with its crude 
and noisome foulness! 

Let the sweet melody of thy 
heart's desire fill thy life with one 
harmonious strain! 

Thou shalt achieve thine aspi- 
ration. 

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Conquerors 

Success steals so slowly through 
the winding maze of earth's con- 
ditions, that thy poor heart faints 
with utter desolation. 
Be brave! 
Be loyal! 

"When God approves a cause, 
He lights the way! 

The quenchless fire that so con- 
sumes and urges thee to higher 
realms, shall blazon forth into rays 
of brilliancy which shall startle 
weaker souls into a sense of shame. 

We greet thee! we welcome thee 
to thine own sphere of action ! 

No power can hold thee down to 
what thou dost abhor. 

Thou hast outgrown the 
cramped and narrow confines of 
thy former life! 

The Gordian knot that unites 
thy mental atmosphere with Na- 
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ture's forces, can now ne'er sun- 
dered be! 

The lofty attitude of Mind's self- 
conscious power gives thee gigan- 
tic strength to wield a sceptre! 

Bring forth into usefulness the 
wealth stored in thy subconscious 
mind! 

Be liberal with the gifts bestowed 
upon thee by Divine Intelligence, 
and benefit thy fellow creatures by 
the wisdom of thy words! 

May the perfume of every bud 
and leaf be wafted into thy soul 
and so fill thy life with melody! 

II 

IN Life's sequence thou shalt 
find exemplified the high es- 
tate of every cherished thought. 
True philosophy is built upon 
the firm foundation of Nature's 
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laws, and from atomic state reaches 
perfection. 

Fluidic waves of ether waft 
Mind's architectural design into 
realization. 

Assumption of a cause brings 
effect when Reason and Intelli- 
gence combine to actuate the 
thought. 

In thyself thou 'It find the essen- 
tial element of progression strug- 
gling for recognition. 

A mighty power, o'erwhelming 
in its strength, forms a battlement 
to guard thy lofty attitude from 
contact with a less degree of aspi- 
ration. 

The ebbing of Life's restless tide 
will float thee to an ocean of bound- 
less depths, whence thou shalt 
uprise in all the splendor of the 
ancient lore. 

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Wisdom's lap alone holds con- 
tent when the Soul craves for 
light, the healing balm of Nature's 
own decree. 

Accelerate thy noble qualities 
into action! 

Withhold not the power God 
crowned thee with to bless the 
world. 

Thro' majesty of a moonlit night 
The darkness changes to a beaute- 
ous light; 
Thro' radiance of a rising sun 
Are battles fought and battles 
won! 

The bravest heroes our God shall 

claim 
Are conquerors who o'er self can 

reign — 
The conquerors of a mighty cause 
In endless search of Nature's laws! 
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THERE'S a royal banner of 
royal worth 
That a royal hand shall 

uphold, 
There's a royal trust 
And a royal truth, 
That a royal God shall unfold! 

There's a royal lane to a royal cave 
Where a royal treasure's con- 
cealed, 

There's a royal robe, 

And a royal crown, 
Where a royal Throne is revealed! 

There's a royal thought from a 

royal mind 
Where a royal power shall reign, 

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Where a royal form, 
And a royal soul, 
Shall a royal wisdom proclaim! 

There's a royal love and a royal 

faith 
Where a royal peace shall abound, 

There's a royal heaven 

Of royal bliss 
Where the royal Spirit is found! 

When the royal Guest with a royal 

might 
In a royal halo is near, 

There's a royal hope 

And a royal light, 
And the royal Self shall appear! 

Then the royal words and the 
royal deeds 

Will a royal mission perform; 
Thro' the royal Right 
And the royal Good 

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Royalty 

Is a royal world to be born! 

Up the royal road to the royal 

Home 
Of the royal State of the Blest, 

Then a royal welcome — 

A royal feast — 
And the royal heart is at rest! 




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